my reason
when i feel alone and afraid
there is one I always have.
when the bills are unpaid,
the house is unmade,
i know where i can turn
it is for You that i yearn
on my knees i fall
to You i crawl
Maker of the Earth
Ruler of the World
my God my God
i am so flawed
yet You are so good
it is for You that i could
and for You that i should
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